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Sunday, January 19, 2014

Chicken Salad

It's that time of year again. The time when I no longer care about anything. Seriously. Nothing.

I know it sounds terrible but it happens every year. Every. Single. Year. I blame it on my undiagnosed Seasonal Affective Disorder, or SAD. It IS sad. The days are short. The weather is cold. The skin is dry. The motivation is missing. Obviously I should become a snowbird and fly south to sunshine and warmer climates immediately after the holidays.

I'm trying very hard to combat this disorder. Trust me. I've been eating more vegetables, trying to get more sleep and this morning I juiced! A delicious concoction of kale, lemon, apple, carrots, ginger, romaine lettuce and italian parsley. It really was good and as far as I'm concerned it tasted just like lemonade. Remember, I'm a little out of it though. I actually do love juicing. I can't imagine a better way to squeeze in all your fruits and veggies.

When I get in one of these moods I find that the best medicine happens to be foods of summer. You remember summer, right? That time of the year where the grass is green, the trees have leaves, the flowers are in bloom and a refreshing glass of sweet tea is the only thing that will quench your thirst. Ahh, summer. How I miss you. Side note: You will NEVER hear me complain about being hot. I'm smarter than that.

Wait, foods of summer. I can get a little side tracked when thinking of my favorite season. One of the quintessential dishes of summer to me is homemade chicken salad. It reminds me of lunch on my parents' beautifully landscaped patio. She serves it on hawaiian rolls because hawaiian rolls make everything better. Even things that are delicious on their own. Like this chicken salad.

It's a simple and traditional recipe. That's how I prefer it. You'll always find that I have shredded chicken in my fridge. It's one of my time saver tricks. I buy split chicken breasts when they're on sale, cook them all up in the crockpot, shred and freeze them. That way you're never too far off from a delicious meal! That's my tip for the day. Use it. Trust me.

I'm Aimee, and I was born and raised in Central Kentucky. As hard as I tried to escape, I'm back and embracing my Kentucky roots. I have a love affair with food. This stems from my childhood when my grandfather would give my cousins and I $1 for every time we cleaned our plates. Most notably this would happen at Biancke's restaurant in Cynthiana, Kentucky. This is where my story begins....